Saturday, May 21, 2011.
I have just travelled almost the length of Britain. It took 12 hours and I saw a steady transition of landscapes and experienced a less steady transition in the accents of the train announcers (oo arrr). Why then (stop to look out the window at a lovely wide river which has just appeared) do I feel the need to cycle all the back up again then go past my house, literally, and keep going to John O Groats?
(Oh, here we are at “Plymouth the next stop”.)
Just because I can. I have motive and opportunity and I have wanted to do the end to end as long as I knew there was one.
If I cycle 50 miles a day, which is not too onerous in cycle-touring circles, it will take me three weeks. All I have to do every day for the next three weeks is dander along on my bike and write up my blog. Theoretically. I am not the fittest person in the world (no, honestly) but hopefully by the end you will share my enthusiasm for this….
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